His smile disappeared.
“Mine,” Edward said.
Max looked at him.
Then at the trousers.
“Those?”
“Those.”
I stared too.
Edward took them from him.
“I used to wear these.”
Edward took them from him.
Max gave a confused laugh.
“Okay.”
“I was a lot heavier.”
“So?”
Edward looked at me.
“Veronica knows.”
I frowned.
“I do?”
“I was a lot heavier.”
“About three years ago, before we were friends, somebody brought birthday cake into the office.”
I remembered.
Barely.
Edward had been standing near the break room.
He’d refused a piece.
Edward had been standing near the break room.
“People who look like me don’t need cake,” he’d said.
I’d been having a terrible week with Max.
So I’d answered without thinking.
“Funny. My husband talks about me like that.”